Seasons

It isn’t as if the world had slipped out of God’s hands.

Sometimes what we react to is the sense that our hands have slipped off the wheel.

 

But we believe in history.

The world is not a roll of the dice

On its way toward chaos.

A new world is always emerging

Spring to Summer to Fall to Winter to Spring again.

 

A God who knows sorrow and pain

A God who knows what it is to have enemies and soul bonded friends

Hate failed when

You become the definitive smile for humankind.

 

We accept the struggles and challenges.

 

We march on in the moment mindful that we are exploring the future with every passing minute. And that we do not go on this journey alone.

You are with us. You are eternal.

 

Beyond the crushing of the day’s gravity,

There is the shout of victory when the sun goes down and we are still standing up!

 

So teach us to give voice

To our new life always emerging

Because the tears of stress

And the fear of the unknown will disappear

Like seasons that pass.

 

Like we are in the changing seasons,

You are in our changing lives

 

Ever present.

Amen.mountains in four seasons

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Truth Seeds

God of Hope

When you speak, life begins.

As you breathe, things become energized.

So speak to our reflections and breathe on our ideas

But also dialogue with us as we doubt.

We know you like to wrestle for you made so many skeptics

and cunning, free thinkers like Jacob.

Show us, as you showed him, that doubts are merely Truth Seeds hitting a growth spurt.

 

God of Hope be present with our thoughts.

All our thoughts.

They are just seeds soaking up the good from their surroundings.

May all our creative solutions and every concern that crushes us

Find in You nourishment and sunshine and life-giving rain.

Bless us by breathing to life our hopes and our fears.

We become stronger when we are made to hold up our dreams

and hold down our dragons.

 

Amen.

dandelion seeds

Autumn Falls

A prayer poem inspired by a weekly prayer of the Columban Fathers

 

All mighty and enduring God,

We arrive at autumn’s door with spirits and hearts filled like Halloween candy bags with gratitude.

The vibrant colors remind us of eternal rest; our memories turn to happy times where peace and joy sat with us over coffee in warm kitchens with frosted windows.

Giving thanks means we think often of those who are denied comfort and rest.

We commit ourselves to bring their suffering into sacred places.

When our arms cannot reach them, let our thoughts and prayers empower those close by to serve all needs.

Dignify your creation, O God, with good care and true compassion.

Above all, may we see the setting autumn sun not as the doom saying prophet of winter to come,

but as a celebration calling all that is eternal and good and noble to the family table.

In falling leaves we see blessings fall;

beautiful things once far away now gather in piles at our feet.

We will gather them up into big piles just to jump in and disappear under the colors of Thanksgiving.

Amen.
falling leaves